*hears the door to his lab open and stands up underneath the desk, smacking his head as he rises, knocking several vials and jars onto the floor*"Oi!, if you must insist on carrying on like a soriety house in heat at least stay out of here; there's very delicate.." *notices a broken jar labelled 'flesh moles' lying next to his hand*"Ah... you may want to close the door. Quite quickly."

*Limps out of the lab, slamming the door behind him and pressing his back against it, leaving a thin red smear as he slides down to sit with legs splayed. Raising a hand he examines the tiny mole-like creature latched to the web between thumb and forefinger. Sighing, a cigarette is produced, lit, and used to burn the creature off. Pushing himself to his feet, Kushan takes another drag as he brings his boot down with a satisfying *pop*. "note to self; more robust cotainment jars for flesh moles..."

*takes a sample of cells from youmu's remains and smiles at Starchild;"Whether or not an individual wishes to suffer for science and progress is their own affair, I've made my choice."*stands and walks back towards the lab, taking a small spray can marked with a biohazard label from his pocket;"But if anyone tries to get in my way, THAT'S when their choice becomes immaterial to me."*Shoulders open the door and depresses the valve. High pitched squealing is heard*